كُلَّما رُحت ذاكِراً ذكريّا

كُلَّما رُحت ذاكِراً ذكريّا

عادَ قَلبي مِن الغَرام مَليّا

عادَ قَلبي مِن الغَرام مَليّا

Whenever I go remembering Dhikriyya,

Whenever I went remembering my love

My heart grows full of passion once again.

My heart returned full of passion

رَشأ كَالمهات جَيداً وَلَحظاً

رَشأ كَالمهات جَيداً وَلَحظاً

وَقَضيب يَقل بَدراً سَنيّا

وَقَضيب يَقل بَدراً سَنيّا

A fawn, like the oryx in neck and glance,

Her cheek grew like the full moon at night

And a slender bough bearing a radiant full moon.

And a straight spear diminished the crescent moon

أَتَرى هَل أَراهُ وَاللَيل داج

أَتَرى هَل أَراهُ وَاللَيل داج

طالِعاً بَين بُردَتي مَضيّا

طالِعاً بَين بُردَتي مَضيّا

I wonder: shall I see him, while the night is dark,

Can you see, does the night cover him

Rising radiant between my two cloaks,

Rising between my burdah, walking slowly

إِجتَني ما اِستَطَعت مِن وَرد خَديهِ

إِجتَني ما اِستَطَعت مِن وَرد خَديهِ

بِأَيدي اللحاظ وَرداً جَنيّا

بِأَيدي اللحاظ وَرداً جَنيّا

As I pluck all I can from the roses of his cheeks,

Pick for me what you can of his rosy cheek

With the hands of glances, roses ripe for picking,

With glances like hands picking roses

وَابلّ الأُوام مِن رِيقِهِ العَذ

وَابلّ الأُوام مِن رِيقِهِ العَذ

ب وَأَسقى مَن فيهِ راحاً شَهيّا

ب وَأَسقى مَن فيهِ راحاً شَهيّا

And quench my burning thirst with his sweet saliva,

And rain from his sweet saliva

And am served delicious wine from his mouth?

To quench those in it with pleasant breath

ثَكَلَتني ام الصَبابة إِن كُن

ثَكَلَتني ام الصَبابة إِن كُن

ت أَرى سالياً لَهُ أَو نَسيّا

ت أَرى سالياً لَهُ أَو نَسيّا

May the mother of passion be bereaved of me if I am

May the mother of youth curse me, if I

Seen unmindful of him or forgetful.

See anyone else or forget him